I hail from parts unknown to reap what you have sown
You don't know the gift I bring when I'm breaking bones in the ring
6'9” a bloodied mass. I'm going to make it last.
Let's burn, slashing throats. Tomorrow someone floats.

This our fight.
This is your time.
You're not dying until we get it right.

Goon

Split cheeks. Your face is wrecked. They cheer for snapping necks
400 pounds on your skull. I got some sheep to cull.
Big snap when something breaks. They laugh and think it's fake.
It's too late to run and hide. I know what you got inside.

This our fight.
This is your time.
You're not dying until we get it right.

You'll feel so much better when you realize Hell is better.
Everyone is cheering cause they know I'm a real go-getter.

Goon

Piledriver, something popped. I do not tire. I do not stop.
Eyes closed, pupils red. They want more. Still not fed.
Cracked ribs. Busted naughties. That's how we end this party.
You don't know the gift I bring when I'm breaking bones in the ring

This our fight.
This is your time.
You're not dying until we get it right.

Goon

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